Desire - Sex Stories

Desire

... to explode. And then I heard the front door open.......... I began sneaking the toys and photos into my room whenever I thought I could get away with it. One at a time - hoping they would think they misplaced one, if they couldn't find it. I didn't know which was the best. The vibrator felt great on my pecker, and when I used it, I came very strongly. But I was always scared they would hear it. The rubber dick smelled of mom's pussy, and I loved sniffing it, as I jacked off. The pictures of my mother though, were probably the best. I imagined myself doing all the things I saw in the magazine, with her. One day, it was the rubber dick's turn again. But it smelled different. I dunno - sort of like dark chocolate, after having milk-chocolate. I tried to figure it out, and thought about all the pictures I had seen. But it remained a mystery. I liked the smell - but mom's pussy smelled way better! And then my life was over.......... The box was gone. My toys were gone. The photos of my beautiful, sexy mom were gone. I could have cried! And then it hit me. Maybe they found out? Oh-god! What was I going to say, if they asked me about it!!!! Well, nobody said anything. So - as soon as they were out of the house, I started looking everywhere for their new hiding-place. But I couldn't find it. I did find a novel though. It had some very interesting sex-stories in it, but no pictures. Still - I read it whenever they were out of the house. I didn't dare borrow it. But mostly I fantasized ...

... about mom. Around the house, she usually wore nothing but a house-coat. I always tried to sneak a peek underneath, but hadn't seen anything yet. One day, she was on her hands and knees, scrubbing a stain out of the carpet. I stood behind her, watching her bum sway back and forth and got soo hard! I wanted to lift her housecoat and put my pecker inside her pussy SOOO BAD! I wished, I wasn't so scared. When she went out, or they had parties, my mother dressed up like a movie-star. All hair and makeup. beautiful dresses, nylons and sexy high heels. I was in bed - reading - one night. She came in, all dressed up, and sat on the edge of the bed, facing me. Oh god! How I wanted to stroke her nyloned legs, touch her thighs, kiss her feet, smell her pussy. I would have given anything, if she had just touched my pecker - which was so hard, it was painful. As she was talking to me, I tried not to be obvious about looking up her skirt, but her legs were together, depriving me of a glimpse of her panties. I was urging my hand to reach out and touch her leg - casually, of course - but I didn't have the courage. Too soon, she went - leaving me with one last look of her delicious bum and glorious legs..........the opportunity was gone.......... I had been missing mom's rubber dick. Sometimes, when jacking off, I tried to imagine smelling her scent again, but it wasn't the same. Then I found mom's nylons in the laundry. I touched them, loving the feel, thinking of mom's legs. I kissed them, ...